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During silent confession time at church I was confessing about how I’ve been really short with Brian this week. And then I realized I was simultaneously elbowing him in the ribs for popping his knuckles during silent confession time. They need to make silent confession time longer.
I was really excited the kids are tall enough to reach the hand towel in the bathroom without asking me for help. . . until I realized they weren’t. And were just wiping their toothpaste faces on the bathrobe hanging behind the door.
Sigh. . .
Danny: Mom, if there a little baby that has no safe place to live, can we put it in your tummy?
#fostermiscommunication #adoptivefamilyproblems#whereourbabiescomefrom
Bethany: Mom, next time you go to Disneyland, you bring back some pixie dust for your daughter?
If I could, I would.
#loveher
I was prepared to scold The Baby for pulling one of my books off the shelf and playing with it, until I saw it was “When the Cradle is Empty: Answering tough questions about infertility” and then I just cried. God has been so good to us in allowing us the gift of a biological child, but in also being sure over the last 6 years our cradle has barely had a chance to be empty through the gift of foster care and adoption. I’m so thankful, but I’m also remembering the couples who are still waiting for that blessing. Those were hard days.
He who has the runniest nose
Wants the most kisses.
-Ancient Maralee Proverb
#stopwipingthatonme
t seems kind of normal when you hand your Liberian his laundry and he balances it on his head to carry it to his room. It seems slightly less normal when you realize your Native American and Mexican kids always do the same because that’s what big brother does.
#multiracialfamilyquirks
If big sister potty-trained faster than expected, you will end up wearing Cinderella pull-ups.
#littlebrotherproblems
Bethany: Mom, superheroes aren’t real.
Me: You don’t think so?
Bethany: There just one real superhero. You know who that is?
Me: Is it your judge?
Bethany: Yep. Just my judge.
#formerfosterkidperspective